Frightening Crawl - Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider

Autoplay next video

The time is crawling around the middayand the nails under the heels are engraving in the head.Heavy rain is taking the night and the day the sea is cracking in the brain who is deeply interred in the grass And the monkeys, which under the foot. Are jumpingForests of astonishments that have passedFaces from clay and rocksthe faces were burned in the acidifying music Streets were empty except from the whistling of the middayStill sky looking for air to exercising a ritual breathing.. The retrain back The body is crawling over the asphalt the body which is still breathing The man is squeezing his spirit an wilted orange in the Cup of rusted nickel the newspaper are fluctuating. Throwing on the empty table under the splash of the Indian fan The time is crawling Towered a Cry which obscure the vision the dry Mouth The cave of the sitting spiders with lazily ExpectationAnd the older the old my memory is no longer rooming except for lust for hot bite of the salt cheese lonely... Lying on the roads the time was... And the difficult decision was not….. What I am hoping..... The final decision The crutch is releasing the legs pain ... deceiving since the morning to dividing the years Quarter for an old song….... Quarter for a dream with closed eyes Quarter for the space surrounding the Ground planet... And the last for the waiting for Godo….! ! The words were burned the olive trees... The words were burned the burned anguish.. Extinguished the burned anguishThe time is crawling all the time... to the old madness.. To the caves...... Dilapidated houses from moisten cruelty from the rotten disobedient memories Creeping time... The time is crawlingLight a candle in the cemetery and a wilted jasmine He was a closest friend the site of the secret and woundLost caducouslyAs a rain as a puff from a beautiful spring Lost in the midst of the crowded time and passing human The time is crawlingOver the fragile belly of the sand minutes and gravel stonesThe eyes are cremating pop eying with fears the black Balls are swelling the planet is exploding in the memory which leave her nakedness Here is the shadows man coming down from a carton stair entering the large Printer inkwellHis smell is spreading in the orphan book his heart is a brazier of curved back angerAnd the book that could have been opened over a page of pureness Here's the wind... shut it down, frivolously rolling it on the coast of the bitter Floating it over the dipped water of symmetry Who is for this suffering mouth? Terrified heart Legs that have left their positions Left in the faces of the case Delights are turning it mocklyturning it by the sadnessImplanting its caninesin his oldster heartLost in the cities embedded in his lips Under his fingernails that departed in the security stations In the headquarters of political parties in the newspapers brighten with poems... Stories... Dance The time is crawlingunder the eyelid of the time sleepy do not obtain asleep that he wishes for a long time in the years crazily fighting himKill him at all times